“Don’t kill the vibe, Graham,” Sadie trawled.

Vibe? The vibe? How does one go about killing a vibe? Do vibes have sentience now? Can you take the consciousness from a vibe? What the fuck even is a vibe?

God, Graham hated hipsters, and as someone who worked in advertisement, he was becoming increasingly surrounded by them, because, apparently, all young media students are hipsters.

Sadie was a ...

I drove to see the future

And found my past as well

Emotions like before that

Pulled me back in to tell

I’ve walked too long, I’m tired now

I fear I’m too far gone

Emotionless, I’m faded now

...

don’t kill the vibe Graham

stay at your own station

sit down have a drink

don’t bother to even think

don’t get your back up keep that smile

even if it’s just for a little while

go see that girl over there

or that boy nobody here cares

just be yourself

you can’t be anybody else

go speak to him

just for once go out on a limb

what’s the worst that could happen

go and find your passion

who cares if yo...

“Don’t kill the vibe, Graham.”

She looked at me standing just a few feet away. As she had been getting closer and closer, I’d been steering the conversation further and further than how it was meant to go.

In my head the stars should have been realigning for us. Snow falling as we kissed. Straight out of a telenovela. But of course what was really happening was the harsh reality of how I could...